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Demyan (in a blissful voice). Go on, go on…
Oleg (with warmth and irony). Oh, what a wonderful friend I have! Always support, always give a helping hand! Always in a difficult moment will be there and pull you out of any scrape! My faithful support! My compass! My core and life vector!
Demyan (in a blissful voice, savoring). Ooooooooo of daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Demyan sits down on the sofa in a normal way, he is no longer dying of fatigue, he is already in shape.
Demyan (busily). Well, I've had enough laurels and praises for today. Tell me, what are your plans for the rest of your life?
Oleg (with warmth, removing his hand from his friend). Who knows, my friend. What plans – to live! But you know… we assume, but God disposes. Who would have known that this is how it would all come out…
Demyan (interrupts). Well, okay, okay, don't go into these sad philosophical thoughts. Aren't we still alive today?
Oleg (with warmth). Alive…
Demyan (cheerfully). So, since we are given this day– we must do something! We must not live this day in vain! We must justify our existence today! To do something good, something kind! Something useful! Something needed by people, something pleasing to the world! Here, for example…
Both are mysteriously thinking.
Demyan (very seriously and mysteriously). Let's eat something, otherwise my world, my i
Oleg (kindly, with a smile). I agree, I myself only ate scrambled eggs after work "hastily" and hit the road.
Demyan (with faint hope). Listen, and… you probably have nothing but yesterday's potatoes, don't you?
Oleg is thinking.
Oleg (thoughtfully). Well… Let's take a look. You can always cook something up if you don't have your hands out… on the spot, in general!
Demyan (cheerfully). Precisely! And you and I are growing our hands from the right place. Let's go roll up a culinary work of art from an axe… the
men cheerfully get up and head to the kitchen, but they are stopped by a knock on the door.
Oleg and Demyan exchange glances.
Oleg (thoughtfully, doubtfully). Did the wife and son come back?
Demyan stands with a strange expression on his face. It's hard to decipher his thoughts. He is silent, evasively shrugs his shoulders.
Oleg walks quickly to the door, opens it, a girl enters the room. Not too young, but pretty, in a body. She has a package in her hand. The girl smiles, he waves affably to Demyan, looks at Oleg with greedy eyes, holds out his hand to him like a man.
Ira (joyfully, sincerely). Ira!
Oleg stands at a loss, looking at Ira and at his friend.
Demyan (prompting Oleg delicately). Well… probably, according to the rules of good form, you need to at least extend your hand to the girl, and also introduce yourself …
Oleg remembers where he is and what he is, assesses the situation adequately, extends his hand to Ira and introduces himself in response.
Oleg (confused, with a lot of questions on his face). Oleg!
Ira (joyfully, sincerely, positively, with pressure). Oleg? Very pleasant. Short and concise. (With irony, and a kind cu
Demyan (to Ira, deliberately sternly). So! Conversations in the stand!
Ira (playfully, to Demyan). Oh, come on, Comrade Foreman! It's all empty.
Ira passes to the table in a masterly ma
Ira (positively). Look at the lard I brought you! Home-salted, yesterday only the godfather from the village sent.
Ira inhales the aromas, savors.
Ira (positively, complacently). And the smell, what, eh?
Ira turns to Oleg, takes a loaf of bread in her hand again, shows it to Oleg, luring and enticing.
Ira (positively, complacently, to Oleg). Bread!
Oleg (to Demyan, looking at him, through Ira). Passed with the guts, right?
Demyan looks at Ira with some discomfort, letting her understand with gestures so that she does not set him up. Ira takes it all jokingly, dismisses Demyan and joyfully, solemnly takes out a bottle of vodka from the same package. Elevates it above the head and shows it to men.
Ira (positively, complacently, solemnly). Everything will grind, everything will grind. Life goes on. So what? For a little, for acquaintance?
Oleg (seriously, not too disposed to everything that is happening). I won't drink. Sorry. The begi
Ira (confidently). Neither will we. What's there to drink? So, let's take a sip just a little bit, purely symbolically. For appetite! And?
Ira looks at the men, smiles. He looks straight at Demyan, removing the grin from his face.
Ira (to Demyan, deliberately strict). Well, what are you standing for? Get the stacks, the knife, the tablet. Now we will arrange everything here!
Demyan (to a friend, as if asking permission). Olegych? What about salsa? It would be possible, don't you think? Am I going to the kitchen? Or are you yourself? Or how?
Oleg is silent, trying to understand what is happening in his apartment. But with all this, very willingly looks at the fat.
Ira (takes the initiative). Oh, everything is clear. I'll figure it out myself. Is the kitchen there? (Ira points towards the kitchen, asking Oleg).
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